H Y M ]sr. 



BY DB. JAMES E. NICHOLS. 



Adieu to angry strife, and words 



With passion all aglow ; 

 To wars' alarms, and gory fields. 



Deep fraught with human woe. 

 Praise God for calmer themes, and minds 



Vexed by no caucus toil, 

 Praise Him for hills and peaceful vales, 



The rich and fragrant soil. 



Since last we met, the sun and earth, 



Beneath the zephyr's wing. 

 Have nursed the tender germs, and burst 



The varnished buds of Spring. 

 The Summer's ardent heat hath urged 



Each seed and springing blade. 

 And waves of green have swelled along, 



By valley and by glade. 



And Autumn, with its ripened fruits, 



Its rich and golden grain. 

 And treasures hid beneath the soil. 



Hath filled our stores again. 

 The cattle by the meadow brooks. 



The sheep upon the bills, 



